S-9691

S-9691 Mar 2014

Raising his masked face skyward,
Grasping the edges,
Nails deep,
He begins to pry

S-9691 Mar 2014

As the razor touches his throat,
His mind screams,
His heart aches,
His soul pleads,
To release a unified cry for happiness before they die

S-9691 Mar 2014

Opening his eyes the demons in full view mocking his folly,
Shimmering in the tear covered concrete staring back at him,
His own masked facade